Steadiness on a rare wave

My dear fella Daniel once showed me one of his poems that had, more than nice rhymes or lyricism, a stunning title. Translated into English it would be something like "steadiness on a rare wave" what jolted my thoughts to that dear image of the impossible condition that can not be kept and which lasts for the fad moment poetry smiles and comes inside our soul.
In actual fact, I have been deeply in love with this idea, this balmy condition that carries my dreams along and sparkes lethal splinters of gold in its way through life.
Early on, I would masquerade as the wisiest young man in my borough, not to pretend I was better than what I really was but just to convey my beloved certainties and principles more effectively. Now I am able to stick together for the same reasons, but in a different perspective. It would cost me my life giving in my faith in the mercy of God, my love to my city and country, the company of my girl and brothers.
By way of going through the dark shadows of the unknown, I got some treasure troves hidden from the ones whose eyes were too busy watching the wheels of the cars and hearts held in anguish for their short time for their crucial tasks. I left in the same shadows, however, the stale flags of cruelty to the evil and intolerance. I don't need to fight them anymore, not in the fields of my own moral consciousness. It is worthier to concentrate energy on love.
In the quietness of the night, for that short time enough to turn it into poetry, it is possible to see starts shining for that in some way: their light come to our sight even tough the distance and darkness of time. It was their bright gleam that arrived after the long journey in spite of all the hurdles it came across in its way.